[C] Away in a manger, no [F] crib for his [C] bed, the [G] little lord Jesus, lay [F] down his sweet [C] head.
The [C] stars in the sky look [F] down where he [C] lay; the [G] little lord Jesus, a-[F]-sleep on the [C] hay.
The [C] cattle are lowing, the [F] poor baby [C] wakes. But [G] little Lord Jesus, no [F] crying he [C] makes.
I [C] love thee, Lord Jesus, look [F] down from the [C] sky and
[G] stay by my side til [F] morning is [C] nigh.
Being [C] near me, Lord Jesus, I [F] asked Thee to [C] stay.
Close [G] by me forever, and [F] love me I [C] pray.
Bless [C] all the dear children in [F] thy tender [C] care,
and [G] take us to Heaven to [F] live with Thee [C] there.
